Chapter 37: The funeral of the daughter of the Gan chaebol
in a taxi.
Yan Chuxia had no heart and lungs, and was even a little happy.
She leaned over and looked sideways at the scenery outside the window, and the soft spring breeze slipped in through the cracks in the window, stirring up the girl's black and green silk like seaweed.
The driver was playing dynamic music, and he looked up at the girl's delicate side face in the built-in rearview mirror, and couldn't help but be curious.
"Girl, what are you doing on Huwan Road?"
"Hmm...... Wandering. ”
In order not to reveal her identity, she did not ask the driver to send her to the lakebay villa, but only located that street.
The driver smiled in surprise, "Hanging out? The current Huwan Road is not a good place to hang out! ”
Hearing this, Yan Chuxia's bright eyes flashed lightly.
She clubbed her white cheeks and turned her eyes leisurely to look at the driver, puzzled by his comment, "What's wrong with Huwan Road?" ”
Xu Jiayao's windbreaker was thrown away by Rong Che, and with the mobile phone inside, she didn't have any electronic products to understand the news, and even the cost of the taxi was paid by Ling Xun for her.
Not......
It seems that during the time she slept in the Banyan Garden, something terrible happened.
"Well, it seems that you don't know yet!"
The driver sighed and shook his head regretfully, "I heard that the daughter of the Yan chaebol died unexpectedly at a young age, and the Huwan Villa is holding a funeral for her today, and the entire Huwan Road has been sealed." ”
Yan Chuxia nodded disappreciatively, "Oh......"
She lowered her eyes and played with her fingers, not thinking that this matter had anything to do with her, and after a while, she straightened her waist.
"Who are you talking about?" The girl looked up at the driver.
"The daughter of the Yan chaebol, what does it seem to be called Yan...... Yan early summer! I don't know much about things in the circle of giants. ”
Yan Chuxia's eyes were slightly cooler.
A gust of wind floated in from the window, the white skirt corners rose with the wind, and the large swaying skirt light veil caressed the white lotus arms, floated leisurely in the air for a while, and then fell back to the seat......
She felt the pulse on her wrist to make sure she was alive.
"Master driver, what time is it today?"
"April 7th."
Yan Chuxia counted the date, only to realize that she had slept in the Banyan Garden for three whole nights, and if it wasn't for Rong Che disturbing her, she didn't even know when she would be awake......
Three days was enough time for the guards to do a good job of pretending to carry out the death penalty, and to facilitate Zhuo Linyuan and Su Ning'er to hold a funeral for her.
"Little girl, why don't we change our destination? It's more convenient to turn around while you change it now, where do you want to go? ”
"No, you don't."
Yan Chuxia's pink lips were lightly raised, her clear apricot eyes showed a little bright and dazzling look, her smile was slightly deep, and there was even a bit of playfulness between her eyebrows and eyes, obviously aroused interest by this incident.
Sure enough, she knew that she could end it in a litter......
If you let go of the opportunity like this, wouldn't it make the scene arranged by Zhuo Linyuan and Su Ning'er incomplete?
So, of course she has to go and help smash the field!
Thinking like this, the girl's tone was still brisk, "Master driver, please help me send it to the intersection of Huwan Road." ”
The road may be blocked, but not the surrounding area.
With the meager strength of Zhuo's Group, as well as the foothold that has not yet completely gained a firm foothold in the wealthy circle, it has not yet had such great ability.
Seeing that Yan Chuxia insisted, and Ling Xun stuffed a few more red bills when he put her in the taxi, the driver didn't say anything and drove in the direction of Huwan Road as usual......